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Connor nodded. "I'm sorry if I overreacted it's just I heard pain in your voice." He replied, placing his hand over hers momentarily. He then sat back in his seat, prepared to help in whatever way he could. "What would you like me to do?" He asked kindly, willing to do whatever was needed.
Blinking nervously as Connor's hand laid on top of hers, she stopped herself from pulling away and remained that way for a few moments. "
Well, it was a rather heavy basket," she admitted before pulling out her cookie notebook and scanning the recipe. "
Well, first we have to core and chop all these apples," she chirped handing him one.